Secrets

An older poem of mine.

Secrets

 

It’s pretty darn sad

When you call just to hang up

I hope your really are glad

That you’ve broken my heart up

Into thousands of really small parts

All because you won’t even answer my call

You’re too busy tending to other hearts

I hope you know every night I bawl

My eyes bleed the tears

My wrists bleed the blood

As the pain and damage get more severe

My tears cause a flood

My life flashes before my eyes

As a deep pool of blood appears

I’d rather not say my goodbyes

Because I couldn’t handle all the tears

All of a sudden I hear a scream

My mom has found me

I wake up from my dream

And my secrets lie within my memory